His rampages
Long-time Steeple readers will be well familiar with Brian’s “rampages”. If you aren’t, I direct your attention to The Silvery Moon.
Long-time Steeple readers will be well familiar with Brian’s “rampages”. If you aren’t, I direct your attention to The Silvery Moon.
Is this a crisis of faith for Billie? Her religion centers around “doing what thou wilt”, but she fears that Brian (and Billie herself) is being put in danger by doing what he wilt.
No matter how much she gets naked for Baphomet, how much she orgies or engages in sacrilegious activities, Billie will always be a Christian (or at the very least a secular humanist) at heart, and is near incapable of putting her needs above that of others.
Indeed. Casual readers of Steeple may not be aware that Billie’s choice to join the Church of Satan was the result of a curse by a pair of hipster witches, originally aimed at Mrs. Clovis. (See Steeple Vol. 1 #5)
Given her subsequent vision of Satan saying “You are mine. You have always been mine”, there may be some deeper things to unpack there, but it’s unclear that her heart has ever really been in it either way.
In the version of the precept known as “The Wiccan Rede” (forgive the archaisms, they’re partly in fun), the full text is “An it/ye harm none, do what ye/thou will/wilt.” (Provided that it harms no-one, do what you desire, actively choose, and intend*.)
“None/no-one” is generally held to include ones own self, so self-harming activities like eating excessively unhealthily are not endorsed.
(* “Will” has a fourth implication, that of performing Magick, which according to ‘Uncle Al’ means bringing about change by an act of will.)
As for what Satan might have said to Maggie; well, that must be taken in the context of what Satan is really like in the Tackleverse, as opposed to the evolved myth that centuries of later Judaism, Christianity and Islam spun out of the original figure of the Canaanite Yahweh’s ‘estate manager.’
Brian’s aerobic exercise is hanging his arse out the window.
And picking up Fat What’s-his-face, greased and ungreased.
Big Ken.
And (weekly?) orgies. Don’t forget the orgies.
Plus shredding at the orgies. I’d imagine it takes a surprising amount of pep to get up on stage holding a twenty-pound guitar and shred for an hour, and then still return to the orgy and do a good job for the Church of Satan’s elderly parishioners afterwards.
Not to mention the occasional big bag of drugs!
The epic Penrose/Fitzpatrick melee with Penrose wielding Lady Sparkles did demonstrate unarmed Brian’s high level of functional fitness.
I like the Brian Rampage Collage!
I am indeed familiar with Brian’s “rampages”, if by “rampages” you mean “underwear”.
I think she just described his underwear.
Grey And Full Of Holes: A Story of Self Betterment by Brian Fitzpatrick
Maybe Maggie is right. After all, Brian is so peculiar that probably he has not liver or is all liver. So cute seeing Billie be so worried for a dear, dear friend.
One of the advantages of Brian’s wereman status is that his liver can only be killed by a Silver Bullet. And I’m not sure you can even get Coors Light in Cornwall.
“And I’m not sure you can even get Coors Light in Cornwall.” You say this as if it’s a bad thing.
I’m sure I didn’t mean to imply that.
In panel 3, Billie looks like she’s doing a dance move from A Charlie Brown Christmas.
A key text for me, never far from my thoughts.